butterfly
From the momment he stepped into the purification tent he felt his bodie tingle as tough he had stepped into a thundercloud… its all about what’s in and what’s Not what’s chic and what’s hot does it flip or does it flop does it drip or does it drop all the stupid little things not of what the birdy sings as clouds gather round and hide the sun catpiller… Cocoon…. BUTTERFLY!!!!.. All is one…and yes all is doneA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
windchanter’s Poems (12)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Dragons Cloud | 0 | 08/26/2010 |
| Fragmented Rainbow Message | 0 | 08/26/2010 |
| The Universe Unraveled | 0 | 08/26/2010 |
| For The Girl Across The Room | 0 | 08/26/2010 |
| Rock Salt | 0 | 08/26/2010 |
| Window Into Me | 0 | 08/26/2010 |
| butterfly | 0 | 08/26/2010 |
| The Viking Lords | 0 | 08/26/2010 |
| Cold Light | 0 | 08/26/2010 |
| Venus | 0 | 08/26/2010 |
| Jupiter | 0 | 08/26/2010 |
| spirit talk | 0 | 08/26/2010 |
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